More songs by Plastikboy
Description
Producer: Hillkidd
Producer: Olisso
Lyrics and translation
Original
Si te tomo de la cinturita, espero que lo entiendas.
Espero la noche acabar acostado entre tus piernas.
Y si tú quieres, fumamos un poco de melka, helado cincuenta. Si tú quieres podemos salir a dar una vuelta.
Es cosa mala, ese niño es cosa mala, con besitos te salva, pero luego te mata y es una gata.
Le gustan los turros y las cosas caras, -pero nunca se quita carita de santa.
-Hemos estado lejos, tan lejos, que llego a escuchar tu voz dentro de mí.
Quédate despierta, lleva bien la cuenta de todos los días que no esté contigo, de las malas semanas y el tiempo perdido.
Quédate despierta, lleva bien la cuenta.
Se pone bonita, no lleva cartera, uñitas pintadas, aretes y cadena.
Se pone bonita, no lleva cartera, uñitas pintadas, aretes y cadena.
Y claro, de lujo para ella no cabe, solo mansiones y carros del año y que todo venga en dorado.
Si te tomo de la cinturita, espero que lo entiendas.
Espero la noche acabar acostado entre tus piernas. Y si tú quieres, fumamos un poco de melka, helado cincuenta.
Si tú quieres podemos salir a dar una vuelta.
Es cosa mala, ese niño es cosa mala, con besitos te salva, pero luego te mata y es una gata.
Le gustan los turros y las cosas caras, pero nunca se quita carita de santa.
Quédate despierta, lleva bien la cuenta.
Quédate despierta, lleva bien la cuenta.
English translation
If I take you by the waist, I hope you understand.
I hope the night ends up lying between your legs.
And if you want, we'll smoke some melka, fifty ice cream. If you want we can go for a walk.
It's a bad thing, that child is a bad thing, he saves you with kisses, but then he kills you and he's a cat.
He likes cakes and expensive things, but he never takes off his santa face.
-We have been far away, so far away, that I get to hear your voice inside me.
Stay awake, keep track of all the days I'm not with you, the bad weeks and the lost time.
Stay awake, keep track.
She looks pretty, she doesn't have a purse, she has painted nails, earrings and a chain.
She looks pretty, she doesn't have a purse, she has painted nails, earrings and a chain.
And of course, there is no room for luxury for her, only mansions and cars of the year and everything coming in gold.
If I take you by the waist, I hope you understand.
I hope the night ends up lying between your legs. And if you want, we'll smoke some melka, fifty ice cream.
If you want we can go for a walk.
It's a bad thing, that child is a bad thing, he saves you with kisses, but then he kills you and he's a cat.
He likes cakes and expensive things, but he never takes off his Santa face.
Stay awake, keep track.
Stay awake, keep track.